No, you can't kill someone

Even though the waiter wanted to believe Abigail's words, he didn't dare to do so again upon hearing her voice that was filled with a smile yet it activated his danger instinct.

Bracing himself, he glares at her but didn't dare to leer anymore.

Feeling satisfied, Anastasia gave her order.

"I want red wine."

"I want one too."

The waiter acknowledge before turning around and soon, he arrived with two cups of wine.

All this while, Abigail couldn't even sit properly because of the pressure she was getting from Anastasia and her heart was hanging on her throat until the waiter arrived but just as she was about to heave a sigh of relief. Anastasia suddenly said.

"You are really good to me, Abigail."

Anastasia's voice was gentle and even held a slight teasing and her lips curled into an interesting angle as she picked up the cup of red wine and took a sip.

"That's what I should do." Abigail squirmed in her seat feeling uncomfortable.

"I should thank you then," Anastasia mumbled.

"Miss Moira,